By: Jack London

Many terrorist organizations unaffiliated with us sprang into existence and caused us much trouble.

By: Jack London

Soldiers and slaves lay together, torn and mangled.

By: Jack London

I remember one man they dragged out of a heap, who pleaded abjectly until a revolver shot cut him short.

By: Jack London

Over the city of the Mercenaries we saw a great captive war-balloon that burst even as we looked at it.

By: Jack London

The great driving force of the oligarchs is the belief that they are doing right.

By: Jack London

That night the hounds were out, and there was little sleep in the refuge.

By: Jack London

Not a philosophic anarchist, but a mere animal, mad with hate and lust for revenge.

By: Jack London

It was a perfect hiding-place.

By: Jack London

“You are lick-spittlers and panderers, the creatures of the Plutocracy.”

By: Jack London

We worshipped at the shrine of the Revolution, which was the shrine of liberty. It was the divine flashing through us.

By: Jack London

“Give us more pay and charge it to the public,” was the slogan of the strong unions.

By: Jack London

“What he foresaw was the defection of the great labor unions and the rise of the castes.”

By: Jack London

It was the Plutocracy, weighing and balancing, that defeated us by dividing our strength.

By: Jack London

“I have learned a great lesson. The soul cannot be ministered to till the stomach is appeased.”

By: Jack London

“He looked upon our catastrophe in the light of an adventure.”